Let Down

“What are you doing?”

“Honey, we don’t need this vow. We can live happily without it.”

The congregation glared. The officiating priest waited. The bride looked on with teary imploring eyes.

Seven-minute wait with intense persuasion ensued.

“In the absence of groom’s vows, we assume he isn’t ready. This wedding is hereby called off till further notice,” the officiating priest announced and the congregation roared and murmured.

The bride dropped her flower bouquet, kicked her shoes off before the chief bridesmaid, held her gown up, and trotted down the aisle. The groom hastened after her, calling.

“Honey wait. Wait,” he pleaded.

“Go away, I don’t want to see you ever again.”

The father of the bride pulled off his suit jacket, handed it to his brother, loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves but his brother held him before he reached the groom.

Everyone rushed outside. Some to watch the continuation of the drama, some to lay courses on the groom whose friends and family surrounded and some to commiserate with the bride who had already gone.